The whole idea of it makes me feel,
well, like maybe I could start
over,
take the “do-over” for the bad moves
I’ve made,
those bad rolls of the dice landing
on “lose a turn”, “go back two
squares”,
“go to jail, directly to jail, do
not pass go,”
severe consequences for the choices
I made,
or perhaps just a bottle spun to plain
Jane ugly,
the wrong truth or dare revealed.
I do have my regrets, I admit,
options calculated and, taken,
suffering the effects,
opportunities missed and swearing
to do things
differently if given another
chance, I promise,
hindsight’s teaching in the
“do-overs” of life.
They tell me, though, I can’t go
back;
no
“do-overs” for grown-ups,
take
what you can get, deal with it,
and I have dealt with it, had no
choice,
but if I could take the “do-over,”
I think I would - second chances,
different roads, different choices,
different making all the difference.
But then, knowing what I know now,
would I dare risk it for something
unknown,
a different life I can only imagine?
Would I risk it, if I could?
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